Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
It’s a Miracle, Baby
Beep. Beep. Beep.
That sound was starting to annoy him.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Vitals are starting to get stronger.”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Would somebody stop that stupid sound already!?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Eyes opened to white ceilings. Wait a minute…where was the blue sky? When did sand feel so soft?
A familiar form hovered over him. The woman’s eyes smirking at him.
“Well…It’s about time. Thought I was going to lose you there for a second.”
Jessica? He groaned noticing her white coat.
A hospital…He was in the hospital.
Wait a minute.
“Crys?” His throat felt dry, unused in a while. How long had he been sleeping?
“She’s fine.” Jessica stated. “You’re damn lucky we got there in time.” She rolled her eyes. “Next time when someone’s threatening your life, PLEASE don’t pull a Danie and Heero! I thought you were better than that, Quatre Winner.”
He sat up or tried to before Jessica pushed him back down, an embarrassed blush staining his cheeks.
“Sorry…” He shook his head. “Wait…you all came…When?”
“Just take it easy for a while okay?” She crossed her arms. “I’m not stitching you back together again.”
With a nod Quatre allowed that infernal beeping to calm his nerves. Even though it was annoying, the sound told him he was alive. Reaching out with his empathic abilities he searched for the love of his life.
She was there, in the hospital and as Jessica stated…she would be okay.
Quatre couldn’t take it anymore, he cried. Flat out cried right in front of one of the strongest women he had ever known. Relief that his angel of dawn was alive, that he was alive too…that everything would now be alright…it broke him down.
Jessica left the room to allow the Winner to collect himself. She couldn’t blame the man for suddenly bursting into tears. He almost lost his wife and seeing as that he nearly killed himself to be with her proved that Quatre would rather be dead than be separated from his wife. Jessica guessed that was how all the boys in their group felt though the others were a bit more quiet about it than Heero or now recently Quatre.
She headed into Crys’ room which was adjacent to Quartre’s. Unlike the noble man across from her, Crys had yet to awaken from her comatose like state. Of the two, Mrs. Chang was a bit more worried over Crys. Her wound had been very deep and the woman had lost a lot of blood before the family had arrived at the scene. In a doctor’s point of view the Winners shouldn’t even be alive. Jessica had checked their charts three times, even went as far as interrogating the person that wrote them. She told the family to not expect any miracles, but apparently miracles run rampant in their family these days. After nearly a week in the hospital, Quatre starts to stir; it was only a matter of time before Crys would as well.
Shaking her head at the stubbornness that lay rampant in their family Jessica checked her sleeping friend’s form, waiting for the girl to wake up so she could yell at her as well. The idiots, what did they think would happen if they suddenly flew the coop!? That everything would just go away!?
Her hand scanned Crys’ wrist, checking for a pulse then went to feel the woman’s legs. The therapist was doing his job; good, another head Jessica didn’t have to smash in today. She already had to deal with the damn press who by the way was still coming back even after death threats from the warrior of the rose.
Speaking of the warrior, she was about the leave when a presence stopped her in mid stride. Looking around there was no other in the room but herself and the sleeping Mrs. Winner. The presence made Jessica’s muscles tense…It wasn’t a good one that was for sure. An enemy? How? There was no way anyone could have gotten in this room without her knowing…
Silently journeying back to her fallen comrade, Jessica’s warrior instincts kicked in. The presence was stronger around the sleeping Mrs. Winner. It was official; someone else was in this room but..where?
Jessica laid a hand on her friend’s form in a protective gesture. Strange enough, as it usually is, her hand lain upon the woman’s stomach.
Now, Jessica was no empath like Quatre…she wasn’t able to have his amazing sense of life (though sometimes she wished she had, it would make her job as a doctor a hell of a lot easier), but she sure could feel power when she felt it and this…this power she was feeling was definitely not from Crys. Hers was calmer, more serene almost like a flickering candle.
This was dark, dominate; the kind of power an enemy would have…
It was the same presence Dr. Chang had felt before heading out of the room.
There had to be only one reason there were two power signatures coming from Crys Winner. There was no possible way to be sure of it until tests could be made, but it was impossible! It had been check multiple times, every test done! There was no way this could have happened!
But there was no mistaking it…
Crystilline Heiwa Yuy Winner hadn’t been rescued by doctors or her family members from her attempted assassination.
She was rescued…by her very powerful baby…
The baby that was now, at this very moment…growing inside her.
